#eightystarter

[poiseonxivy]

AFTER a long night at Cherry Bomb Burlesque, ivy was more than ready to head back to her small home and crash. school in the wee hours of the morning and heading straight to work after for six straight days now were surely getting to her. exhaustion was visible throughout her features but regardless she did her best to put on a good show. the worst part? now she had to walk her way home. it was a stroll she knew far too well but honestly -- she would rather curl up into a ball on the sidewalk and take a nap. ivy was so tired she didn’t even realize there was a couple strings flying loosely from the back of her corset from her performance which caught onto a fence by the sidewalk. “shit...” she whispered to herself. as much as she tried, her short arms couldn’t quite reach the right spot to unhook herself. with a small sigh of defeat, she felt her only option was to call for help from whoever she saw walking ahead of her in the distance. hopefully they were the helpful type and not the absolutely stay away from them type. “hey! hi! help...” she couldn’t help but chuckle under her breath as she tried to take another step forward but, of course, to no avail. “i’m sort of -- stuck to the fence.”

[elxpearson]

“WELCOME to Violet Vinyls...” el sighed as she heard the chiming bells above the door to her parents’ -- well, now her own store. it’s still weird to think and say that. the store she would come to after school to do her homework in, the store she would run from school to and be welcomed by a loving embrace in. now it felt so empty. not because there weren’t any customers, there were a few every day, but because it just never really felt right. oh well. still, elaine was in no mood to be working. she didn’t REALLY have to be here but she questions other employees’ taste in music when the store is open. her gaze never left the pile of records the store just received as whoever entered walked in, she was too focused on finding what to play in the store as patrons browsed. “if you need anything let me know but if you don’t need anything, please feel free to pretend i’m not here and i will DEFINITELY do the same.”

[stfusid-blog1]

Sidney wasn’t sure exactly what time he had arrived at the bar, but he knew it was sometime around noon and it was definitely still light out. Hours must’ve passed since he chose his spot at the bar because as he gazed out the window, he noticed that the sky had gone dark. Night had set in and so had the drinks he’d be pushing back all that time, his head fogged by the buzz. Clicking his tongue, the man ordered two more shots before turning to face the fellow customer sitting beside him, his words slurring together slightly, “One each! Ya can do shots, right?” He nodded in thanks towards the bartender as he placed the drinks in front of them before looking towards the other, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, “Keep in ya mind... the only right answer is yes.”

[rizzopd]

* @eightysevenstarters

❛ oka----- ❜  he nods exaggeratedly, raising his hand to perform the universal gesture of ‘CALM THE HELL DOWN’. shame on him for thinking he’d get a word in edgewise. nostrils flared, brow knitted in single file, he watches through a beady, placid lense as they continue. finally deciding he’s had his fill of nonsense for a lifetime, he drags both paws down the length of his face to center himself. he pushes himself from his typewriter, slapping his palms decisively on the desk in front of him.  ❛ ‘kay----- y’know what? why don’t you take a nice, DEEP breath and start again. real slow-like this time. ❜  he carps sullenly.  ❛ ‘n . . . feel free t’---- cut the fat, much as possible, if you’d be so kind . . . got it? ❜  he adds with patronizing dispassion, turning toward his typewriter again.

[pennyklass]

  standing outside the station penny’s black chipped finger nails fumbled into her tiny fringe purse to pull out one single cigarette and her favourite lighter, (the one with Fred Flinstone on it) frantically pressing the smoke in her lips, she lit the lighter near the end watching it spark for only a moment and then die out. she did this a few times before muttering a frustrated “fuck” and quickly stopping the first person she saw on the street. “hey, I don’t have much time, I’m playing Stairway to Heaven and probably have only about 5 more minutes before the song ends thus also ending my break, please tell me you have a lighter”

[sloanesalone]

      ❛ i just... haven’t been the same since my cat died. in my last tea reading, my psychic told me she could still sense sylvester stallone iii’s energy lingering. supposedly it’s only the transitional phase, but it honestly makes me wonder if there’s even a cat heaven at all... ❜ she waits a full beat, allowing the idea to hang before she lifts her martini glass to her lips. ❛ i should have never given him those caffeine pills. ❜

[andieofking-blog]

DREAMLAND ROLLER RINK -- only andie’s favorite spot in all of nevada. she was a regular and she’d frequent it alone. it was sort of a...therapy to her, if she may. see, being a workaholic doesn’t warrant much free time especially when you’re the co-owner. and people might think, well if ya own the place why don’t ya just give yourself more time off? those people don’t know andie. there are no days off. no time to waste in fear of falling back into the struggle of having little to no money. but the very few times she did fit some extra time into her schedule, she was usually roller skating. the sound of lovergirl by teena marie coursing through her veins as she rolled around to the beat blasting throughout the rink, andie lost herself. it was freeing, in all honesty. she felt like she was in a damn music video. getting so into the song that her eyes even closed while she serpentined along to the lyrics. “i just want to be your lovergirl...i just want to rock your wo -- oh, OH shit shit shit!” BAM! slammed right into another skater and fell ass first to the ground. a lovely music video.

[sherrygrysn]

it had truly been a while since sherry went to something like a state fair. heck, she rarely goes out to enjoy herself as it is annually anymore. it’s been somewhat of a rough week though so she switched her lab coat for a loose plaid shirt and merrily made her way over to the event. it was weird coming alone to these things as an adult. usually they’re more appealing to a much younger crowd -- not to say that the older you get, your heart dies and the word fun isn’t in your vocabulary anymore, but there nostalgia gathered in her heart and her mind for this. 

“god -- they weren’t kidding when they said there would be fried everything.” an overwhelmed panic covered any nostalgic excitement in her for a second as she stared wide-eyed at the food truck’s menu. petite fingers drumming at her bottom lip, knowing well she was holding up the line. “oh, i’m sorry, i’ll just...get out of the way.” sherry stepped aside and hummed to herself before leaning to her side to bother another patron without so much as looking away from the menu. she was on a mission. “um, do you know which item on there would even taste good?”

[chordstrvck-blog]

eddie clamps an unopened bag of crunch tators between his teeth. he’s got his left arm wrapped ‘round a paper grocery bag and his keys dangle from his right, because time is of the fucking essence and he’s got to set this shit down in his apartment immediately if he’s got any hope of surviving. it’s not life-or-death but this is life-or-something, and putting this bag down isn’t an option –– not when he’s on his last leg and the only thing that’ll bring him back on this abysmal morning-after’s a heaping helping of alcohol and salty snacks. he’s nearly got it, he’s nearly there –– the right key almost flips forcefully enough to land on the top of his index finger. it’s almost in the door, it’s––

“ mff–– fuggin’ damn it. ”

everything falls. except his trusty bag of tates. eddie tosses his hands up in defeat and stares at the squashed bag. bottle shards splice its interior and onto the carpet it bleeds out, slow and sweet. jack daniels, his fallen friend. eddie turns, chip bag still in his mouth, just in time to meet the eye of an unexpected hall companion.

“ whassup, ”  he mumbles around foil wrapping. “ gravity’s bunk. ”

[poiseonxivy]

“oh my god, there’s a haunted fun house here...” ivy muttered to herself. eyes were positively twinkling at the sight of what in her opinion is the best part about fairs. she’d been coming to this annual event for most of her life and has only the fondest memories. fondest mainly because her parents never cared to come along with her so she’d be able to tag along with friends and their families. this year was no different as a lot of the cherry bomb crew had come out after their shifts were up to have some fun after work. but of course, ivy wandered off by herself to explore any new stuff added to the grounds and found they’ve made the fun house a whole hell of a lot more fun this year.

“i’ve got two tickets and there’s no way i’m headed in there alone. you think you’re brave enough to come with?” she asked, wiggling her tickets in front of them with a mischievous grin on her tainted lips. the whole town and their mothers seemed to be here so it wasn’t a surprise that she’d found some familiar faces among the crowds.

[rizzopd]

----- @eightysevenstarters

did that kid just----- ?  no, he most certainly just witnessed that with his own two eyes. but in the direct view of the CHIEF OF POLICE? if it weren’t a blatant power move at his expense, you could have colored joe impressed.  ❛ hey, kid---- ‘mere a sec. ❜  he orders in stern baritone, beckoning the teen with two authoritative fingers toward himself before he swipes the same, sobering hand along the length of his jaw. he leans an elbow coolly against the frame of his truck, procuring a cigarette from his uniform breast pocket and shoving it between his lips with latent hostility. joe could be lax. patient, if only in small doses. but a pushover? kid’s got the wrong brother in blue. he plucks the cigarette from between his lips to whistle loudly.  

       ❛ let’s go, front ‘n center! sometime today, preferably. ❜

[sherrygrysn]

if ur reading this...I’m gone 😔......to my bed. 🤘🏼this is gonna be ugly because I’m mobile (and idk how to do readmores on mobile) BUT IF YOU WANT A STARTER FROM SHERRY LMK AND LIKE THIS AND ILL POST IT TOMORROW BEFORE WORK ❤️